A poem of longing.
Oh Natalia, if you could see her, with eyes of green and golden hair
You would be enriched beyond compare
As a connoisseur admires a fine sparkling wine, her beauty bubbles most divine
Oh Natalia why do you haunt me so, you’re driving me crazy don’t you know
Copyright
..johnnydod 2010
If she haunts you, haunt her back, that is the only way…. 
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